Sandy Star Iii


No, his exit by the gate

Will not leave the wind ajar;

He will go when it is late

With a misty star.

One will call, he cannot see;

One will call, he will not hear;

He will take no company

Nor a hope or fear.

We shall smile who loved him so--

They who gave him hate will weep;

But for us the winds will blow

Pulsing through his sleep.

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